Page 128 of Demanding Mob Boss

"I'm flying out to Spain to see Ma and Shea next week. You're coming with me."

"Really?" Excitement zings through me.

I've never been out of the country before. And I miss Shea. We video chat, but it's not the same. There are still so many shadows in her eyes, but the longer they are in Spain, the more pieces of her old self she seems to get back.

Reality tempers my delight. "I'm not sure how I'll do on a plane filled with people I don't know. I mean if I sit by the window and you sit on my other side, I'll probably be okay."

He still calms the chaos for me; I just don't know how well I'll deal with chaos I've never experienced before. I would have forced myself to deal with it to follow him to Colombia. And I'll get through the plane ride now.

I'm just worried. A little. Maybe a lot.

I'll take Things that are Hard but Worth Doing, Alex.

He smiles, his blue eyes softening, like they only do with me. "I have a private jet,mo chroí."

"Oh. That's wonderful!"

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And it is. His jet looks bigger on the outside than the inside until I realize there is a bedroom in the back of the plane. "Are there seatbelts on the bed?" I ask.

"No, my sweet girl. Once we are at cruising altitude, it's perfectly safe to go without a seatbelt."

"Unless we hit bad turbulence."

"If we're in the bed, the worst that will happen is we might shift around a little."

"Huh…" I think about that and my eyes nearly cross considering what we might be doing and what might shift.

I almost want there to be turbulence.

"It's about an eight-hour flight to the private airport near where Ma and Shea are staying. We'll definitely be using the bed." He winks at me. Again.

My ovaries are swooning.

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We do use the bed on the plane, but we don't sleep. Not a wink. I orgasm four times and he lets me go down on him before he coats my boobs in his ejaculate. I'm floating in a state of post orgasmic euphoria when he carries me off the plane to the waiting car.

We have eight of his men with us as guards, including Lachlan. None of them said a thing when we left the main cabin to use the plane's bedroom, although Lachlan gave me a teasing waggle of his eyebrows when we came out.

He's in the car with us now, along with the driver. There are three guards in a car ahead of us and three in a car behind us.

We drive along the coast of the freaking Mediterranean to reach the villa Mrs. Doyle and Shea are staying in. It's in a gated community and the guards check credentials before letting us through.

The villa we park in front of is more like a mansion and I'm less worried than I was before about all the new people finding accommodation within. Yes, I worry about the little details.

Mrs. Doyle is waiting for us when we come inside. I'm glad I took a shower on the plane. As much as I hate washing Cian's scent from my body, I don’t want to greet his mother smelling like his semen.

She smiles warmly at us. "Oh, it's so good to see you all. I've been so worried."

"I called," Cian says pragmatically, no inflection in his tone.

"Yes, and I still had to learn about my new great-niece from my sister-in-law and not my son."

Cian doesn't reply, but turns to the men and gives them instructions.

I smile and give a little shrug to Mrs. Doyle. "Dot is really cute," I offer.

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